I Hope the Clan Leader Can Hold His Own Tomorrow

"It's already afternoon, and tomorrow will be here soon. The Shen Clan doesn't have much time left. Surely they haven't moved everything out?"

Outside the stadium, someone looked at the distant sun and spoke up.

That's hard to say.

One person next to him shook his head:

"If it were you, you would definitely move as much as possible in this situation. Anyone with a brain knows that leaving things behind won't end well."

"It seems we still need to go to places that are difficult to move, otherwise I feel we might end up empty-handed," the man said.

"What you're saying is one way, but with the strength and realm of the Shen Clan's experts, what is there that they can't move?" others asked.

The ancients pondered for a moment and said:

"Judging from this, the morale of the Shen Clan is somewhat low, which means they might not be able to do things in an organized manner."

"Treasures and resources are the easiest things to notice, while those that are less noticeable are likely things they forgot to move."

He paused, and before the other person could ask, he said:

For example, ancestral graves.

"Huh?" The bystander was taken aback, utterly puzzled.

"No, what's so special about going there? You can rob a living person of their virtue, but what about a dead person? Are you going to use their leg bones to make a drum?"

"You don't understand." The man shook his head.

"Many people take their most cherished or beloved possessions with them when they die. The Shen Clan has existed for so many years, with a long history and many powerful figures. Their burial goods are a considerable fortune."

"Not to mention, the remains left behind by these powerful individuals are excellent materials for refining weapons and making medicine. In short, they have endless uses, and since most people are like you, the competition will actually be much less."

That concludes the discussion.

Zhong Ming's gaze turned towards them.

Looking at the man's enthusiastic expression, Zhong Ming secretly shook his head:

"I didn't expect to find like-minded people here. It seems even the ancestral graves of the Shen Clan will become highly sought-after tomorrow. I'll have to think of a way to make things happen."

The ancestors of the Shen Clan were only so many.

If others take one more statue, you will have one less.

If the quantity is large, the losses will be considerable.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Ming's expression shifted:

"Got it."

"Work overtime tonight, so I can finish the potting tomorrow."

Shen Clan.

All the senior executives returned to the core area.

"Tomorrow, are we really going to shut down all the array restrictions?" someone asked, frowning.

"If it's really closed, and for such a long time, what will the clan actually retain?"

"What else can we do?" the other Human Dao.

"The Liu Clan witnessed this wager, and their strongest warriors are still here. How can we not comply?"

"But this concerns the fate of our Shen Clan. Are we just going to silently perish without even putting up a fight?" a voice objected.

"Well said," another person immediately chimed in.

You'll have to take responsibility then.

The person who objected suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy, and at the same time, somewhat eerie.

Everyone understands this.

The wager was aimed at the Shen Clan, but individual members of the Shen Clan, apart from Shen Tianxun and his son, were not involved.

In this situation, should we defend the honor of the Shen Clan, or simply protect ourselves?

Many people already have a vague answer in their hearts.

After all, it's really not their fault.

The bet was set by the clan leader, and Shen Wentian lost. They could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

Moreover, as an ancient imperial clan, if the Liu Clan were to find a pretext to attack, could they still remain uninvolved?

Obviously not.

"Alright, let's heal the wounds first."

The former high-ranking member of the Shen Clan casually filled in the gaps on Shen Tianxun's head, glanced at Shen Tianxun, and said:

"The clan leader is currently quite seriously injured and needs to recover properly. This matter must be taken seriously. The waking clan leader has the most say, and besides, only the clan leader knows how to contact the old clan leader."

The topic shifted, and everyone seemed more energetic.

"The clan leader is currently in a weakened state and cannot withstand any further strain. If there is nothing else, let the clan leader rest and recover tonight and not disturb him. I hope the clan leader will be able to stand on his own tomorrow."

"Tian'er!"

Shen Wentian's residence.

With a flash, the young woman arrived at Shen Wentian's bedside, her face full of heartache:

Are you feeling better? How are you feeling? Do you need me to get you some medicine?

The young woman was none other than Shen Wentian's mother.

Perhaps due to the high concentration of blood essence, Shen Wentian was now somewhat more energetic.

Although speaking is still very difficult.

But Shen Wentian still managed to overcome the difficulties and asked with difficulty:

"So... so, I... I'm the one who was... abandoned, right?"

The young woman, Shen Tianyu, was stunned for a moment, looking at Shen Wentian:

"Tian'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"How come you were the one who got abandoned?"

Shen Wentian ignored these words and asked again:

"Then why is Shen Wenxi still alive? Isn't she worthless now?"

Upon hearing this statement...

Shen Tianyu's expression changed slightly, and he said:

"Tian'er, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Wentian's chest heaved more violently suddenly:

"I knew it, I knew it."

Shen Tianyu looked at Shen Wentian with confusion and sighed softly:

"Tian'er, Wenxi is still your sister, and there are unspeakable reasons why I let her live. Why are you thinking about these things? You need to rest now and not think about anything."

"Don't want anything? So that you..."

Shen Wentian didn't say anything more, but instead turned his head away with difficulty.

He actually had other questions he wanted to ask.

But now, seeing this woman's attitude, he already understood.

There's no need to ask anymore.

What that woman said is probably all true.

He's seriously injured right now, and he keeps saying he should rest, yet he comes here to be all talk and no action. Who knows what ulterior motives he's really up to!

"No, I have to go!"

An idea began to emerge in Shen Wentian's mind, and then it grew rapidly.

He had to leave this place no matter what.

Try your best to avoid becoming nourishment for others!

"Well."

Seeing Shen Wentian's reaction, Shen Tianyu sighed softly:

"Tian'er, you should rest well first and not think too much. Mother will come back later."

After saying that, Shen Tianyu walked outside.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he looked in a certain direction with disbelief.

Not long after, Shen Tianyu appeared outside the core area of the Shen Clan.

"Wenxi, is it really you? Why are you back?"

Looking at Shen Wenxi standing Jingjing, Shen Tianyu's face was full of surprise and confusion, but not joy.

"Mother."

Shen Wenxi looked at Shen Tianyu, hesitated for a moment, but decided to get straight to the point:

"I want to know if Shen Wentian and I are actually half-siblings?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Tianyu's expression changed drastically, and he said in disbelief:

How did you know that?